#we're currently working on one together where we're using the same prompt

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in case our fics ever look a little too similar - it's because we share a brain and build off each other's fics. our dms look something like this.

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Steaming Up The Windows

Emily Prentiss x Reader

Smut MDNI!

Posted on A03

2k+ words

Gif by @storiesofsvu

How would you and the CM woman of your choice keep warm while being stuck in the BAU van during a snowstorm?

(Working on the other lovely women currently. They'll slowly be added. Each will have the same prompt but different outcomes. JJ, Elle, Alex and Tara on the way.)

(Thank you to @storiesofsvu and @whiteberryx for helping me with the ideas)

The group was hot on the unsubs case. The last piece of evidence was found, and you left for the unsubs residence and workplace. Emily and you were on the way to his residence. You both vested up and grabbed your winter coats.

It was early January; the snow was whipped around in a frenzy. The weather statement today said it would drop well below freezing in the early hours of the evening. Even so, there was still a psychopath to catch.

The snowstorm that was said to hit the city was in full force. Emily drove as quickly as she could, trying not to spin out. Eventually, arriving at the residence, you call Hotch, letting him know you came. You both scoped his place out, thoroughly checking every room, only to find the place empty.

"Clear!" You both called out. You called Hotch, letting him know the unsub wasn't here. That was until Emily heard an engine revving outside. Emily and you bolted out the door to your van.

"Hotch, the unsub is on the move; we have eyes on him now!" Emily says as she buckles up quickly. You hop in the seat next to Emily and buckle up, readying your gun if needed.

You tell Hotch the direction the unsub is going while tailing him.

"Fuck, the weather is too bad! I wouldn't be able to get a clean shot of the tires!" You say as Emily starts to close into the Unsub. Emily drove nearly alongside the unsub, trying to ram him off the road. Emily almost had him until the van hit something under a snowbank. You both felt some tires pop as you spun out.

You hear the unsub get away as the van finally stops spinning.

"You ok?" Emily says as she tries to catch her breath.

"Y...Yeah, I'm good." You could feel the adrenaline coursing through your body.

You called Hotch, letting him know what happened. You don't know exactly where you are since the unsub lived remotely. Hotch said the unsub could be on his way to one location they found. Most likely, the ones he's using to hold the women hostage. He was on his way there with Rossi and Reid.

You hung up the phone and sighed.

"Looks like we're stuck here until they can find us." I groan in exasperation.

"I'm sure they'll catch that bastard. Now I want to see the damage." Emily hops out and walks around the car. Once she's done scouting the car, she returns, slightly shivering.

"Damn, it's cold out there." She says while rubbing her hands together. "Looks like we hit a whole lot of discarded barbed wire. Three of our tires are done for." Emily sighs.

"Are you serious? Shit." I lean back in the front seat.

A few hours later, we received a call saying they had caught the guy. They got Penelope to ping our location, but it'll take a while before help could come. The storm was getting worse.

"Hotch, are you kidding? We're stuck in this van until morning?" Emily said in disbelief.

Unfortunately, Hotch was right. The storm made any kind of travel or driving nearly impossible. We'd have to wait out the storm until morning.

"Hotch said there should be at least a blanket in the trunk." You said just after hanging up. You leave the van to check and grab the "blanket." Walking back to the front and getting in, you unfold it only to realize it was only big enough to cover one person's lap.

"Blanket, my ass," Emily says while rolling her eyes.

A few more hours go by, and the temperature starts dropping. You begin to shiver now and then. Emily looks over to see you trying to curl up with that laughable excuse of a blanket.

"Hop in the backseat; we can stay warmer if we sit together," Emily says as she crawls over the center console to get to the back, waiting for you to join her. You crawl back with her and sit beside her, trying to share the small blanket as best as possible.

You feel Emily pull you closer by your waist, and a jolt of electricity shoots through your spine. She left her arm there, still wrapped tightly around your waist. You've had your fair share of bickering and closeness, but never this close.

Eventually giving in to the warmth, you lean your head to lay on her shoulder. Emily was nice and warm; it eventually lulled you to sleep. A couple hours later, you wake up colder than before. Your eyes flutter open; the sky outside is dark.

There is a weight on your head; looking up, you see Emily's head resting on top of yours. A blush grows on your face. You pull the blanket up higher, trying to keep the warmth in. Doing so, you feel Emily shift and mumble.

"Are you still cold?" Emily whispers in a gravelly voice.

Your breath hitches; you've never heard Emily sound like this. The only thing you could muster was a nod. Emily pulled away for a second to unzip her jacket and wrap one side around you. Pulling you closer, you were now nearly sitting on her lap.

"Emily, you'll get cold," I say softly.

"Then you'll just have to stay closer to me." Emily raises an eyebrow with a slight smirk.

She beckons you to sit closer to wrap her coat around you. Sitting in her lap facing her, trying to suck in as much warmth as possible.

"Better?" You hear her words rumble from her chest.

Nodding your head as you lay it back on her shoulder.

"What time is it?" You mutter against her shirt.

Emily pauses for a moment while checking her phone. It's the early hours of the morning already.

"About 2 am. Unfortunately, we still have plenty of time before they come for us." Emily subconsciously starts rubbing your back.

"Try to get some sleep," Emily says while leaning her head back on top of yours.

Trying your best to drift back off to sleep, you couldn't. Your eyes refused to stay closed; you were far too cold to sleep. Nuzzling in closer in the crook of Emily's neck, you breathe in her scent. She always smelt good.

"Can't sleep." Mumbling against the skin of her neck.

You could have sworn Emily shivered, not from the cold but because of your lips gently grazing against her skin. Shifting on your knees, you were starting to get slightly uncomfortable, one of your knees slotted between Emily's thighs, finally finding a comfortable position. You place your weight down only for Emily to shift positions simultaneously.

Her thigh puts the right amount of pressure at the apex of your thighs. A whimper accidentally slips out. You freeze with your eyes wide, praying she didn't hear it. A moment went by, and you thought maybe she didn't listen to you, that was until her hands found your hips.

Your head shot up, eyes meeting hers. Her eyebrow is raised with a wide smirk on her lips.

"What was that?" Emily teased.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You looked out the rear window.

The hands on your hips pulled you down onto her thigh again; this time, the whimper slipped out on purpose. Emily leans in close to your ear.

"I may know of a way to help keep us both warm." Her hot breath against the cold shell of my ear sent shivers down the spine. All you could manage was a gulp.

"I don't want to force you, only if you want to," Emily says softly while moving your chin to look her in the eyes.

You thought for a moment. You did have feelings for Emily, but you never thought it would go past platonic. You knew taking this step meant the possibility of never returning to the way things were between you both.

"I... I am pretty cold." You say softly.

Emily chuckles softly before replying.

"I can see that. But if you want anything, I need consent, sweetheart."

Blushing softly, you hide your head in her neck. It's a little embarrassing to speak your mind. You eventually worked up the courage to tell Emily what you wanted.

"I want this… Emily." I mumble against the skin of her neck.

"So cute. You don't have to be so shy around me." Emily pulls my face up to look at her.

"There you are." She says softly. "Now, while looking at me this time. Are you sure you want this? You can back down, and it'll be like nothing happened."

You nod softly again. "I want this Em." You lean in and place a chaste kiss on her lips.

Emily was taken slightly aback by your bold move. She wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you closer as you wrap your arms around her neck, effectively deepening the kiss.

Emily's warm lips trailed down your jaw; you tried your best to keep quiet.

"Let out all the pretty noises you want, sweetheart; it's just us two here." Emily punctuates her sentence with a nip to the underside of your jaw. The moan that slipped past your lips was like music to Emily's ears.

"Just like that, sweetheart." Emily husks in between kisses.

"Fuck, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this." She continues as she trails kisses further down, slowly unzipping your jacket.

"Em" You bite your lip as you say her name.

"Just relax, sweet girl. Let me take care of you." Emily gently laid you back and straddled on top of you as best as she could. Your jacket was fully unzipped, and she placed her hands on the exposed bits of skin on your waist.

"Fuck, Em. Your hands are freezing." You hiss.

"Then warm them up for me." Emily raises her eyebrow and smirks.

Emily's hands move higher up while under your shirt. They run over your covered breasts, squeezing and massaging on top of your bra. More lewd sounds left your lips, and Emily continued. You feel her slip a hand under your bra, her fingertips ghosting across your erect nipples.

"Oh? Well, what do we have here?" Emily muses to herself, her smirk widening. Her fingers came in contact with a bit of metal.

"You know I never pictured you with nipple piercings," Emily says mostly to herself as she continues rubbing them.

"S..so you've pictured this before?" You tried to be snarky, but it came out more of a pitiful whine.

Emily's eyes darken as she leans in close to your ear.

"Of course, how could I not when you always look so…" Emily leans in to nip your ear. "So adorable. Just begging to be ruined."

You gulp at Emily's words. You've wanted this for just as long.

"I bet if I were to trail my fingers down, I'd see just how much you've wanted this too, huh?" Emily teases a finger at the hem of your pants.

Emily once again asked for consent. She waits for you to give her the go-ahead before she unbutton and unzips your pants. She gently slides a hand down underneath your panties. You let out a hiss as Emily's cold finger runs through your folds. She pulls out her hand to show you how wet you are already for her.

"Look at that. It looks like you want this; it's so naughty to be this wet for your coworker, hmmm?~" Emily teases.

She places her fingers in front of your mouth.

"That's my good girl. You're taking my fingers so well already, and I haven't even touched that pretty little cunt of yours yet." Emily mused while your tongue continued to swirl around her fingers.

"Suck." That was all Emily needed to say before she shoved her slick, covered fingers into your mouth.

Swirling your tongue around them as you taste yourself. A muffled moan leaves your lips.

Emily pulled her fingers out of her mouth and had you pull your pants down a little for easier access so you don't get as cold as completely stripping.

"Ready, sweetheart?" Emily asks again.

You nod and feel her fingers slowly sink into you. A moan leaves your body as she crooks her fingers up.

"Emily, p..please." You writhe against her fingers as they begin to pump in and out.

"Please, what?" Emily teased.

"Please .. harder." You say with a pant.

"Naughty girl," Emily whispers as she quickens her pace.

Her fingers work nimbly inside of you. Every time she crooks her fingers in a beckoning motion, you see stars.

"Em, I'm s..so close." You whimper into your hand."

"You want to cum, Sweetheart? You want to be my good girl and cum all over my fingers?" Emily husks in between thrusts.

Your eyes roll back at one intense flick at your clit, and your back arches off the car seat. Emily leans in close and kisses your jaw as your release closes in.

"Come on, be my good girl. Cum for me."

That was all you needed to hear before the coil in your stomach snapped and your climax washed over you. A loud moan ripped from your throat as your body felt on fire. Emily kept gently thrusting her fingers until you finished coming down from your high.

She gently pulls out of you as you try to catch your breath. Emily places her fingers in her mouth; a soft moan leaves her lips. She helps you get dressed again and pulls you close to her.

"Once we leave this damn broken-down car, I will fuck you properly," Emily whispers into your ear.

You can't help the whimper that left your lips.

"And I have to return the favour." You said cheekily.

"There will be plenty of time for that too." Emily's nuzzles against your neck.

You grab your dying phone to check the time. It was nearly 4 am. You sigh happily when you see a missed text from Hotch saying they were coming for you in a couple of hours now that the storm has died down.

"They'll be here in a couple of hours." You mumbled softly.

"Perfect, enough time for a nap." Emily chuckles against your neck.

"You better keep your promise, Em." You whisper.

"Oh, I don't go back on a promise." Emily placed a gentle kiss on your neck.

You chuckle and close your eyes. Falling asleep until you got the call that your team was close.

Pulling apart, you both go back to the front seats. You both were finally going home to your nice, warm beds. Well, one of your beds.

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Ok I got more :P

9. “So what in the hell are we? I’m not doing this unless we’re on the same page.” 21. “I don’t know, I guess I’m kind of in love?” 15. “You’re astoundingly unhealthy for me, but do I care? No, because I wouldn’t have fallen if I cared, especially when I’m someone who’s usually so careful with whom I give my heart to.” 34. “I want to make this work, because I don’t— I don’t want to— I can’t lose you.”

My thoughts/ideas: Kind of simple and less angsty, at some point while chilling together, maybe during a movie night, Adam asks what they are/what their relationship is. Lucifer is confused (he thinks it's obvious they're dating) and his lack of answer makes Adam's ✨ abandonment issues ✨ kick in, so he asks again (9). Luci admits he's in love, and Adam calms down a bit. They have a heart-to-heart about how unhealthy their relationship is, but they both desperately want it to work.

Excited to see what you write <33

Indigo (fucking loved that last one)

I'm glad you're enjoying my writing! Thank you for the prompts they fuel my obsession 😈

Adam and Lucifer were currently curled up on the couch together, a horror movie playing on the old tv. It was one they have seen before, but now that they were alone they could actually focus on it without commentary from the fucking peanut gallery.

A thought wiggled it's way into Adam's mind, he looked to Lucifer. They had been doing this relationship for a while now, they spent a lot of time together and slept together. But they never said out loud what they really were. "Hey Luci?"

"Hmm?" Lucifer tore his eyes away from the movie to look at Adam.

"What are we?"

Lucifer was a little confused. "Demons?"

Adam frowned. "No shit. I mean, what are WE as in this." He gestured between them.

Lucifer didn't understand what Adam meant. They were dating wasn't that clear? You don't just cuddle someone on the couch to a horror movie because you only like bending them over.

While Lucifer thought this over, Adams mind started to race as he got no answer. Were they not really dating? Was he just being used? Would Lucifer just drop him when he's had his fun? What if it was like that damn garden all over again!? Adam scowled. "So what in the hell are we, Lucifer? Cause I'm not doing this unless we're on the same fucking page."

"I don't know, I guess I'm kind of in love?"

Adam gawked at him. "You guess?"

Okay, maybe guessing at feelings wasn't a good idea. "We haven't been dating that long, but I know how I feel. You are astoundingly unhealthy for me, but do I care? No, because I wouldn't have fallen if I cared. Especially since I'm someone who is normally so careful with whom I give my heart to."

Adam slumped. "We are pretty toxic aren't we?"

Lucifer hummed. "We can be. There are moments where this is a beautiful relationship. Those are the things that make this worth it to me." He took Adam's face on his hands. "I want to make this work. I don't....I don't want to.... I can't lose you. Not again."

"I don't want to lose you either." Adam admits.

"You're my boyfriend and I love you. We may fight like cats and dogs sometimes, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Adam snorted. "You sappy toxic old man."

"You're old too."

"Fuck you, I'm not that old!"

"Ten thousand years is pretty old, babe."

Adam rolled his eyes. "Asshole. I love you, you dick."

"Love you too, Adam. You're a prick too." Lucifer closes the gap between them, pressing their lips together.

Yup, totally healthy.

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DIY Karma

Angie Martinelli x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: Marvel

Day Fifteen Prompt: "Let's try this."

Summary: Peggy Carter might be happy with the high road when Jack Thompson takes credit for her successes, but Angie Martinelli and her SO refuse to stand for it.

Word Count: 2,122

Category: Fluff, Humor

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"Are you sure this is the right floor?"

"No! I've never been here before! But I'm pretty sure it's the same one as the window where I saw that blond guy posturing this morning."

My girlfriend, Angie Martinelli, sighed and put her hands on her hips, straightening up from where she'd been crouching.

"Well, what are we going to do if we're wrong?"

I paused to think for a moment, then shrugged.

"I say we cross that bridge when we come to it."

Angie just shook her head. "I guess I don't have a better plan. Let's do this."

The two of us stepped up to the window we were currently hunkered outside of, about halfway up the side of a skyscraper in New York city. We'd made it up here courtesy of the fire escape, but we'd need to rely on our joint strength to actually get inside.

See, a few days ago, our mutual best friend Peggy Carter had finally told us the entire story of her life with the SSR. She hadn't been able to keep her job a secret anymore after Angie had found her on the window ledge outside her apartment, and of course, Angie told me everything. She'd explained some truly incredible things and told us some amazing stories, but unfortunately, the story ended with some asshole she worked with taking all the credit for her heroics. Peggy had told us she wasn't bothered, that it didn't matter who got the credit and that she knew her worth, blah blah blah. Angie and I had dropped it in the moment because we loved Peggy, but both of us refused to let this go the same way she had.

Hence our date night of sneaking up a fire escape with the end goal of breaking into the New York SSR. If Peggy wouldn't or couldn't call the guy out in a way that mattered, Angie and I were going to get revenge on her behalf.

Angie and I wreslted with the window for a few minutes, then finally managed to leverage it open without making too much noise. We slipped through carefully, thankfully finding ourselves in a dark, quiet, empty hallway.

"Okay, we're on the same floor as that chief guy," Angie whispered, turning back to me. "Now what?"

I paused, looking around with my hands on my hips. There were no clear designations of where we were, whether we'd made it into the SSR, or if the chief's office were anywhere around here. But the window I thought I'd seen him at had been to the right of where we were currently, so I nodded towards the right end of the hall.

"Let's try this."

Angie nodded, and the two of us set off together, hand in hand. I pulled her closer to me, our shoulders bumping as we walked along, matching grins on our faces. It was supposed to be a date night, after all.

After a few blind faith turns down different hallways, we stumbled into a large room full of desks. The lights were on, but lucky for us, nobody else was there. Angie and I shared a look, then quickly broke apart to search each side of the room.

I took the right side, hustling quickly to the back corner where, lo and behold, I found a door to an office with gold lettering spelling out "Chief".

"Angie!" I hissed, trying to keep quiet while getting her attention. "I found it!"

She grinned at me as she hustled over to join me. I tried the doorknob, and to my surprise, I found it unlocked.

Angie snorted. "What kind of an idiot keeps the door to his super secret boss office unlocked?"

"The kind that's just begging to be pranked because he doesn't appreciate Peggy," I said with a grin. Angie laughed as I eased the door open, and the two of us slipped inside.

It took our eyes a few seconds to adjust to the darkness, but we both knew better than to turn on any lights. Thankfully, the blinds were already closed, so no one coming back to the big office outside would see us in this one.

"Good job, babe," I said, moving to stand beside Angie as she set our prank bag down on a chair and got it open. "Absolutely massive step one complete."

She turned to me with a grin.

"Likewise. Now come on, where do you want to start?"

Angie and I worked like a well-oiled machine, going through our prank bag simultaneously for the best possible efficiency. It balanced out all the pausing we did to giggle and share the occasional celebratory kiss.

Angie set a thumbtack on the Chief's chair while I glued all his drawers shut. She hid whoopee cushions under every single other seat in the room, and I tucked a rubber snake behind some files, letting it lie in wait. After working through about half of our bag, Angie and I worked together to move every piece of furniture just slightly out of place. Not enough to be immediately noticable, but enough to cause some problems.

We were just starting to shift the desk when the door to the office came flying open.

The door hit the opposite wall with a bang, and Angie and I jumped so high our heads practically hit the ceiling. Standing in the doorway aiming guns at us were a man I didn't recognize and, thank god, Peggy.

As soon as Peggy registered it was us, she sighed, looking at the ceiling like she was praying for strength as she lowered her gun. The guy next to her followed her lead and lowered his weapon, although he still looked incredibly confused.

"What on Earth are the two of you doing here?" demanded Peggy, her gaze dropping from the ceiling to glare at the two of us. I put my hands on my hips and scowled.

"We're taking care of that asshole that stole credit for everything you did to save New York," I said. Peggy closed her eyes, clearly needing a minute to process her reaction. Angie shot me a thumbs up, so I blew her a kiss and mouthed "Thanks babe." She grinned.

"Okay, hold on," said the guy, putting up a hand and taking a step further into the room. "Clearly I'm missing something. Anybody want to clue me in? How did you two get in here? And don't I know you from somewhere?"

He looked at Angie for the last part, and I turned to my girlfriend with a raised eyebrow. She shrugged.

"He came in with the blond asshole when they were hunting Peggy. Instead of the actual bad guy, Dottie. Who they let get away. And who Peggy would've caught."

I hummed my understanding, then turned back to glare at the guy who must've been Daniel Sousa. Peggy had talked about him a few times, and despite what Angie had just pointed out, he sounded generally cool. He even had the decency to grimace at the reminder from us.

"I'd like to return to a question from Daniel, if we could," said Peggy, her voice making it clear we would be returning to the question, and that Angie and I better have a damn good answer. "How exactly did the two of you get in here?"

"Fire escape," Angie and I said in sync. I turned to her with a smile, and she practically had hearts in her eyes looking back at me. We really were a dream couple.

"The fire escape doesn't come up to this office," Daniel said. "And I'm still waiting for a better answer on what the hell the two of you are doing here in the first place."

I sighed, then turned to Angie.

"Do you want to take it?"

She shrugged. "We can tell it together."

"Alright." I turned back to Peggy and Daniel. "Last time we got to talk to you, Peg, you explained a bunch of stuff, including about a really rude SSR Chief who was claiming a bunch of credit for work he didn't do."

"We know you said it didn't bother you," said Angie, jumping in before Peggy could. "But that's because you're Miss Always Takes The High Road. Sometimes your way works. And sometimes you need friends like us to create the karma guys like that need."

"And don't act like you're always so above it," I continued, pointing a finger at Peggy. "Angie told me she saw you chasing off one of the assholes that kept bothering her at the diner. She told me he looked scared to death."

Peggy pursed her lips, but wisely didn't refute what we'd said. Probably because she couldn't.

"Anyway," I continued, shifting a little closer to Angie. I wrapped an arm around her waist, and she draped one over my shoulders with a grin. "We decided to create some karama. I saw somebody that matched this Chief guy's description standing in the window up here, so Angie and I packed a bag full of pranks and got a move on."

"We came up the fire escape, and it came into a hallway somewhere up here. Didn't take us long to find our way into this office. We got to work, and now this guy Jack is in for a hell of a surprise when he comes to work tomorrow."

Peggy and Daniel just stared at us for a few long beats, looking a little bit stunned. Finally, Peggy sighed again and pinched the bridge of her nose. Daniel, on the other hand, had a little smile on his face.

"That's... pretty interesting," he said.

"But now it's time for the two of you to go," Peggy cut in. "Breaking into the offices of a high-level government agency was reckless and illegal. You're both just lucky Daniel and I are the ones working the night shift tonight."

"Or did we plan that?" I jumped in. All three of the other people in the room gave me a look, and I had to sigh. "Fine, we didn't plan that."

"There's no shame in a little luck, babe," Angie reassured me, giving my shoulder a squeeze. I smiled at her.

"Before we walk you guys out of here, why don't you show us how you got in?" Daniel said, taking a step back to give us room to walk past him and out of the door to the office. "Apparently we have a pretty big security hole that nobody knew about, so in exchange for pretending this never happened, you can help us patch it."

"Fine," I said, picking up our half-empty prank bag and taking Angie's hand. "I guess that's a pretty fair deal."

"It most certainly is," said Peggy, shaking her head at us as Angie and I walked past her and Daniel and out of the Chief's office. She still seemed a little stunned, either that we'd managed to break in here or that we'd gone to such lengths to get revenge on her behalf. Or both.

Angie and I stopped among the desks in the big, open work area of the SSR, waiting for Peggy and Daniel to follow. They paused in the doorway of the Chief's office, sharing a long look. They didn't say a word, but they were clearly having a silent argument. Finally, after a moment, Peggy turned away with a sigh.

"Alright, you two. Show me how you got in here."

"Right this way, English," said Angie. "Hope you can keep up."

Peggy huffed a laugh as she followed Angie, and I smiled. Even if she hadn't been expecting Angie and I's adventure tonight, I also knew she couldn't really stay made at us.

I was about to follow Peggy and Angie out of the room when I noticed Daniel Sousa hanging slightly back. He closed the door to the Chief's office then locked it up with a key, leaving it to look absolutely undisturbed without removing a single one of our pranks. I gave him a confused look, even as the corner of my mouth turned up in a smile.

He froze when he noticed me, then after a second, just gave me a little shrug.

"I'm not gonna go against Peggy's wishes for a vendetta she doesn't have. But that doesn't mean I'm not happy you did."

I grinned. "I think I like you, Daniel Sousa. If you and Peggy ever get on the same page, we should all go out for a double date some time."

Daniel looked like I'd punched him in the stomach. I just shot him a grin, then hurried after my best friend and my girlfriend. Angie and I had caused enough trouble tonight, and accomplished exactly what we set out to do. Now, I just wanted to go home and celebrate our victory with her. Preferably before Peggy caught wind of what I'd said to Daniel.

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Hi!! I was wondering if you could do numbers 5, 23, 62, 63, and 69 from your prompt list with like the reader being part of one direction and Harry dating her, and she falls for brad from the vamps. Like could it be angst between Harry and the reader where they’re together but then he cheats on her with someone (idk any celebrity or something like he dated Taylor at one point I think) and she goes to Brad and they’re friends but he’s been in love with her since forever and he comforts her and they get together. Also just make Harry completely regret everything if you can (I live for the cheating with no second chance trope, it’s amazing ❤️) thank you so much!! Have a great day!

A/N hi my lovely here it is for you, hope you enjoy and I hope you like it. dont forget those that want to request one the prompt list is here

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PROMPTS 5, 23, 62, 63 AND 69: "you made your choice" "they didn't deserve you" "you think that this is easy for me" "I hate seeing you like this" "I don't like you...I love you"

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It was a well known fact that I was the 6th member and only girl in one direction, I was also dating harry from my band, on the outside things looked squeaky clean and it looked like we had a perfect relationship but we didn't we fought all the time, Harry was always jealous because I was best mates with Brad from the vamps, Brad and I have been lifelong friends as we both resided from the same part of Birmingham and we also went to school together. It wasn't my fault that I've always gotten along better with boys than I have with girls they were just easier to talk to and the fact that they weren't snakes behind my back.

So you could imagine Harry's reaction when I told him brad was coming tonight, even if he tried to hide it in the best way possible. I still noticed. It was hard not to, however we hadn't had a fight in three weeks and I wasn't about to start one now, I had just finally hoped that we were in an all right place.

"Brads coming tonight. He's in town got a show tomorrow, thought he'd pop by then celebrate with us as the end of this leg is today, was thinking we could go to his show tomorrow"

"mmh, yeah, be nice I 'spose"

"Yeah it would, come on we've got to get ready, we've got a show to perform"

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And the show went spectacularly well, I was at my happiest when I was on the stage with my band, with my fans screaming my name it was the most supportive feeling in the world, and I loved every second of it.

Now we were back in our dressing rooms ready to go out, It wasn't often we went out while on tour we'd only ever do it for special things like birthdays, end of legs or if someone new joined our team halfway through. Tonight though, we were celebrating the end of the leg of the tour we were currently on, zayn left a couple of months ago. And with Harry and I on rocky ground we all secretly knew that the band was coming to an end, we were all scared to admit it though, too afraid to say it out loud because then it would all become real.

I'm broken out of my thoughts by a knock on the door, which makes me wipe away the tears I didn't even realise were there, before I'm saying "COME IN" and I'm met with Harry peeping round the door

"Hey, hey. why are you crying my love? What's the matter?" "The bands breaking up isn't it?" "no? what makes you think that sweetheart?" "I mean, with Zayn leaving, you and I on rocky terms, we're all not the same people we were 5 years ago Harry, the bands dynamic doesn't fit anymore"

"Yes okay, zayn may have left, You and I may be on bad terms some of the time and yes maybe we have all changed, but nobody stays the same, it's pretty hard to do that darling, otherwise you wouldn't grow up. The dynamic still works all the same though. So for now, dry your tears, get a fit dress on and lets take our minds off this band breaking up nonsense"

And I do as he tells me joining them shortly in the addison lee taking us into the main part of london, so we could go to a night club. I was sat inbetween Harry and Brad and could feel the tension rising, more so from Harry than brad, Harry was being weirdly possesive with me and it didnt feel in a good way, like it usually does.

Soon arriving at the nightclub we all head inside and Louis takes Harry to the bar to get some drinks for all of us, even he could sense the tension meaning it was bad.

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"you did great tonight, y/n/n. Smashed it, if only you could've heard the chanting for your name. It was unreal honestly." Brad says from beside me perking me out of my daydream of nothing in particular.

"awwh, Braddy. You're sweet you" I say placing a kiss on his cheek as a thank you. I've always called Brad, braddy ever since we were in nappies because I was never able to pronounce my L's I soon learned, the name stuck around though.

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Having not seen Harry since he went to the bar, and hasn't come back since, It's been well over half an hour now, so I was getting pretty worried. So I decided to ask around if anybody has seen him.

"LOU! You haven't seen Harry have you? Haven't seen him since we got here." "No I haven't. Last I saw him was at the bar, said he was going back to you, that was about fifteen minutes ago" "thanks lou."

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10 minutes later Niall comes up to me interuptting the conversation I was having with Brad I had given up trying to find him he clearly didn't want to be found, "I heard you were looking for Harry, I found him, but you're not going to like it" "what Niall, where is he" "mens bathroom, that way" he says turning to point me in the direction of where the mens bathroom is.

Walking into the mens bathroom, I found a sight I didn't want to see, Harry going down on a girl, the girl that wasn't me. "OH WOW!" I shout earning both his and the girls attention. "y/n/n, baby-" "don't you baby me Harry, it is so clear what you think about me." "who the fuck are you?" the girl quips back at me. "his girlfriend honey, actually no his ex-girlfriend. Keep him he's yours he was a slag anyway" "oh thats rich coming from you y/n, I saw you getting close with Brad, a little kiss on the cheek" "we've always been that way and you fucking know it" "oh but it's so easy for you breaking up with me though isn't it, now you can run away with the btec version of me cause it's clear you have a type don't you" "YOU THINK THAT THIS IS EASY FOR ME? YOU THINK THAT I WANT TO BREAK UP WITH YOU? WELL I DON'T HARRY OKAY?, BUT ITS CLEAR WHAT YOU'VE CHOSEN, goodbye Harry, I'll see you soon for the american leg." is the last thing I say before I walk out of the men's bathroom and back to where Brad was sat.

"Y/n? are you okay?" is all he says before I break down crying and he wraps an arm around me. And an executive decision is made between the two of us that he's going to take me back to his for the night.

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In the taxi on the way back, I'm still crying and he still has an arm around me. "

what even happened? why are you crying?"

"Harry cheated on me" is all I can muster out before I'm a blubbering mess again

"I hate seeing you like this Y/n all I know right now is that he didn't deserve you, he never has but I've always been supportive of your relationship always been the shoulder to cry on because I'm your best friend and always will be here, and you know that"

And soon enough I'm on Brads sofa, with Brad laying down giving me a hug.

"you want to say something dont you?" I speak up breaking the silence between me and him. "yeah I do, and I don't care if it's the incorrect time, or what but I have to say it now, otherwise I never will, I dont like you y/n I love you, and I have for the longest time, and if you need time to heal I'm okay with that I can wait a little while longer for you darling" he says shocking me to my core, I will admit I always loved Brad, and I don't think I ever stopped not liking him I just think Harry was a distraction while I was away from him.

"oh brad, I love you too" Is the last thing I say before I'm pulled into a kiss from him and we make our way upstairs to his bed where we both reside for the night wrapped up in eachother and if we were to get stuck into each other as well, then that's nobody's business but our own

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

we're both awoken to a pounding on Brads door, so we both rush down and he answers it, revealing a disheveled Harry who looks like he hadn't slept. He tries to enter but brad pushes him back with the door "she doesn't want to speak to you Harry, You really fucked it this time" "please just hear me out y/n. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cheat, I love you so so so so much"

"You made your choice Harry, please just go. I don't want you here, just please leave, be better on yourself" which I was met back with silence and then the turn of footsteps up brads gravel drive was all that could be heard.

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Brotherhood (1)

Directly following the events of Double Helix, Danny enrolls in Bayville High school and joins the Brotherhood of Mutants. He's not sure if they actually believe he's a ghost and not a mutant, but at least they don't care enough to challenge him on it, and that's good enough for him.

Written for @crossoverdanuary Week 2024, Day 5: The Owl House X-Men Evolution | Shell

I have seen exactly two episodes of The Owl House, and that was like four years ago or something, so I was not confident in my ability to write a crossover for it.

The one word prompt doesn't actually appear until the second chapter, but I tried to work in a theme of both Danny and Wanda "coming out of their shell" throughout the fic. You can also read it on AO3.

Chapter 1: Halfway House

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[Warnings for mild violence and mentions of mental health issues]

Danny never realized how much of a pain in the ass it was to enroll in school by himself. Jazz really deserved a lot more credit for dealing with all the stuff their parents forgot to do. It was so much paperwork. Nevertheless, with some effort, Danny got himself enrolled in Bayville High and slipped right in under the radar. Since his human form didn't stand out, he just showed up on his first day and figured things out from there.

Just like he'd suspected, there were several mutants at the school, meaning none of the other students picked up on Danny's weird vibes. 

The guy who never took off his stupid sunglasses and the German kid whose hands were in a permanent Vulcan salute were perfect camouflage. At least, they helped him hide from the normal students. The mutant students picked up on him within the first week.

"Hey, new kid!" A group of students cornered Danny at his locker while he was switching out his books before heading to lunch. 

He recognized most of them from his classes, Lance, Pietro, and a kid everyone called Toad, but Danny didn't know his real name. There was also a huge guy with a blond Mohawk who was about the same size and Danny's dad, maybe even a few inches taller. Danny had seen him around school, since he was kind of hard to miss, but didn't have any classes with him, and so didn't know his name.

"Can I help you?" Danny asked.

"You're a mutant, aren't you?" Lance asked him.

"No. What's it to you?" Danny responded.

"We're called the Brotherhood of Mutants," Pietro explained. "Or just the Brotherhood for short. We've seen what you can do and we want you to join us."

"Unless you're already one of the X-Men," the big guy said. "You're not, are you?"

"Of course he's not. We would know if he was!" Pietro snapped. "So, what do you say?"

"Join you?" Danny raised an eyebrow and gave them a skeptical frown. "What exactly would that entail?"

"Oh it's great!" Toad told him. "You get to live at the board house where there's no rules, fight the X-Men... I mean... we always get our butts kicked, but it's still cool!"

"Free room and board is enticing," Danny admitted. 

He was currently squatting in a for-sale home and only getting away with it because he was already gone for school before the first tour of the day and he thought of locks as more of a suggestion than a rule. 

"But I don't join just any mutant group that offers me an invitation. What are your actual beliefs, your goals? What do you stand for?"

"Uhh...." Toad put a finger to his lip thoughtfully. "You know what, I don't really know."

"We stand for ourselves," Lance told him, pushing Toad aside. "Because when it comes down to it, nobody else will, and we freaks gotta stick together. You in or what? 'Cause we ain't gonna waste our time with you any longer than we have to." 

Lance extended a hand to Danny, and Danny just looked at it for a long moment before accepting the handshake.

"I'm in," Danny agreed. 

These guys seemed like dicks, to be honest, but their ideals aligned with his a whole lot better than professor goodie two-shoes. Plus, maybe it was just a coincidence or an accident, but they hadn't actually called him a mutant. They'd asked if he was, but hadn't pushed when he said no, not like that stupid professor had.

"Great," Lance said. "I'll pick you up in my jeep after school, but be on time because I'm not waiting for you."

"Oh, by the way, Tabitha's part of our group, too," Pietro told him. "You may know her as Boom Boom. Hope you don't mind if there's a girl in the house."

"Why would I mind?" Danny asked. 

Pietro didn't answer, just sped away.

After school, he waited by what he assumed was Lance's jeep. It was the muddiest jeep in the school lot, so he was only guessing, but he was pretty sure. He ended up being right, and Lance drove them all to the Brotherhood's boarding house. The place was a disaster area, and a complete mess. There were still a couple of free rooms, but Danny opted to lay claim to the attic and moved one of the free beds up there.

"Why would you want the creepy old attic?" asked the big guy, whom everyone called Blob.

"Because, a haunted attic is objectively cooler and spookier than haunted bedroom," Danny told him matter-of-factly. "I'm not gonna be some lame bedroom ghost. What am I, an eight-year-old girl whose depressed mother drowned her in a bathtub? No! I'm a science experiment gone wrong. Besides, this place doesn't have a basement, so I have to settle for the next best thing."

"Oh... I guess that makes sense," Blob said, though he was scratching his head.

"Uh, no," Pietro disagreed. "It doesn't. This new guy is a straight up weirdo."

"So's Toad and we let him stick around," said Tabitha, climbing the stairs to drop off her backpack before heading out again to meet the X-girls at the mall. "At least Danny showers."

"Hey! I shower!" Toad argued indignantly. "I shower every month!"

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"There's a new mutant at school. The Brotherhood just recruited him yesterday. Should we have invited him to join the Institute instead, Professor?" Jean asked. 

She and some of the other X-Men had noticed that the new kid who'd just enrolled in their high-school had strange powers. He was pretty sneaky with them, and none of them could seem to figure out exactly what they were, so they'd just been keeping an eye on him. But now, he'd started hanging out with the Brotherhood mutants, so Jean had convinced the others to bring it up to Professor X for guidance. 

"He might still change his mind," she continued. "He doesn't seem like a bad guy. I saw him turn invisible to avoid a group of jerks at school seeing him walk past."

"What?" Scott asked, quirking his eyebrows at her. "Invisibility? But I saw him use a power just like Kitty's to open his locker when it jammed."

"Like, no way!" Kitty argued. "The guy's totally a telekinetic!"

"Maybe he can replicate powers, then?" Rogue suggested. "Because I'm pretty sure I saw him trip Duncan on a patch of ice when he was being a douche."

"Hmm... interesting," Professor X said thoughtfully. "What was this boy's name, did you say?"

"Oh, no I didn't, it's Danny Fenton," Jean answered. 

The professor's eyes widened in recognition. 

"Do you know him, Professor?"

"Indeed," he confirmed, steepling his fingers as he considered his memories of the boy. "Daniel Fenton is a mutant with an incredibly powerful and versatile set of abilities, notably similar to the abilities ghosts are thought to have—flight, invisibility, intangibility, the ability to create cold spots, move objects telekinetically, and warp electrical fields, among others.

"I first met him at a mental care institution for mutants where I perform regular evaluations on their younger patients," he explained further. "Because of his particular range of powers, Danny is under the delusion that he actually is a ghost, rather than a mutant, and as such, he believes that he cannot die, which causes him to sometimes be reckless with his own life. It also upsets him severely to have his delusion challenged by others.

"I was informed of him escaping from the institution, not long ago, but I never would have expected him to come here. I'm even more surprised that he would be willing to align himself with a mutant group. He always showed clear disdain when I mentioned my school to him, and even more so when I tried to imply that he was truly a mutant, rather than a ghost."

"Sounds like Danny will end up being a powerful enemy," Scott said.

"Indeed," the professor agreed. "He's one of the most powerful mutants I know of, and to make matters worse, he has a tendency to lose control over his powers when you do or say anything to upset him."

"So basically, don't try to argue with him about being a ghost," Rogue surmised. "That about cover it?"

"For a start," Professor X said. "You'd also do well not to get in a debate with him about ideals, he's rather... passionate about his."

"I take it he doesn't agree with yours?" Scott guessed.

"You're quite correct," the professor confirmed. "You would all do well not to engage with him. Offering to let him join the institute at this juncture would no doubt end poorly. Best to leave him alone for now. But keep an eye on him. He could be dangerous."

"Understood, Professor."

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"So, Lance," Danny crossed his legs and floated in the air by the couch in a way that he knew unsettled the rest of the Brotherhood, which of course meant he thought it was dreadfully funny, "care to explain the rumbling this morning? I'm pretty sure Bayville isn't on any fault lines."

"Kitty asked him to the dance," Toad answered for him, making mocking kissy faces at him. 

Lance shoved his face away, but all five of them had already devolved into teasing Lance mercilessly.

"Stuff it, Toad. It's not a big deal," he said. 

Danny snickered at him as the teasing continued, Tabitha seating herself on the arm of Lance's chair and leaning into his personal space to ask if Kitty was gonna be his girlfriend while he sat there with a resigned expression on his face.

"We wouldn't be caught dead at that stupid dance!" Blob declared, and Danny laughed even harder.

"Really Freddy?" Tabitha asked, tapping her finger on his nose with a teasing pout. "Aw, that's too bad. 'Cause I was thinking of askin' you."

"U-uh... you were?" Blob asked dumbly.

"Yeah, but if you don't wanna go..." she raised her arms as if giving up on the idea.

"Ooh! Ask me! I'll go!" Toad volunteered, jumping up and down with his hands raised.

"Pathetic," scoffed Pietro, always pretending he was too cool for the rest of them, like he wasn't sprawled out of the same greased stained couch the rest of them sat on.

"Hey, speedy." Tabitha turned to him and put her hands on her hips. "You think you're too good for me?" she asked, leaning down to him with laughter on her voice."

"Nah, you just couldn't keep up with me," Pietro explained. "I mean, I can keep four girls busy dancing at the same time." He did a lap around the room at super-speed to prove his point. "Ha!"

"What about you, cold spot?" she asked Danny.

"You're nice and all," he said with a light-hearted smirk, "but I'm only interested in people who don't know I'm alive, don't want me alive, or have actively tried to kill me in the past, whether or not they succeeded doesn't matter though."

"Is that so?" 

Tabitha tossed one of her little bombs in his lap, but he turned intangible and let it blow up on the floor below him. 

"Now that that's settled, let's all go! And show that school how to party!" She whooped and just like that, everyone was on board, even Lance seemed happy about it, although admittedly, Danny still wasn't really interested in going. A school dance sounded like a really boring way to spend his evening, and he didn't even have a suit.

Luckily, Danny found some nicer clothes in a box in the attic. They were a little big, but they'd do. 

And like that, the Brotherhood all went to the school dance. Pietro actually showed up arm-in-arm-et-cetera with four different girls. 

Danny wasn't much for dancing, but in the end, the dance was a lot more exciting than he'd thought it would be. That kind of thing happened when weird little dinosaurs tore up the dance floor—literally.

He was thrown off  for a moment when one of them jumped at a girl and went right through her, thinking maybe the creature was some kind of ghost. But then a table went right through her too, and he made the connection. The girl was Lance's date, meaning she must've been Kitty, who was a mutant. Intangibility had to be her mutant ability. It was a good one, came in handy a lot. Good for her.

They looked scary, but the creatures weren't too hard to take down, especially not once Danny got his hands on one and could sense it was from another dimension. He'd never had much luck making portals before, but it was easier to send stuff back where it came from than it was for things to be in dimensions where they didn't belong, and after almost dying a second time, he finally managed to send one of the creatures back to its own dimension.

"How did you do that?" shouted the guy who always wore sunglasses—and after seeing him lift them to shoot lasers out of his eyes, Danny finally understood why.

"Uh... luck, mostly!" he answered.

Danny was getting the chance to see a lot of their abilities for the first time tonight. That red-headed girl had telekinesis. The German kid teleported away with his date after Lance ripped up the gym floor to corral the creature back Danny's way. These kids seemed to be pretty powerful.

Now that the gym was basically evacuated, it was just Danny, the mutants, and one more monster.

"Can you do it again?" Lance asked.

"Are you kidding? I barely did it the first time!" 

While they were arguing, the creature forced its way into the hall. 

"Shit! We better go after it!"

The remaining Brotherhood members and X-men left the gym, chasing after it. Down the hall, they ran into a guy Danny didn't recognize, but the X-men called him Forge, and he was carrying a strange device. 

"Whatever that thing is, don't point it at me!" Danny said when he saw where Forge was aiming it, albeit probably unintentionally, and he stepped aside, out of the blast zone.

"It's a portal maker," said Forge. "It'll send them back to the dimension they came from."

"In that case, definitely don't point it at me," Danny said.

"My scans indicate traces in the gym."

"I already took care of the one in the gym, sent it back myself," Danny said. "We need to get the one that ran down the hall." Much to Danny's relief, Forge didn't question him, and instead, they all got back to running.

By the time they found the one that got away, Tabitha, Blob, and Toad had already taken care of it, and were sitting on it to keep it down.

"Hey, I recognize that thing!" Toad remarked, pointing to Forge's portal-maker.

"I modified to to sent these things back to the dimension they came from," Forge explained. "Everyone step back."

The three of them were more than happy to do so. The creature barely had time to get to its feet before it got zapped back home.

"That should be all of them," Forge said. "My sensors aren't picking up anymore traces from that dimension."

"Thank the Ancients," Danny said, half-sarcastically. "Does this kinda stuff happen a lot around you guys? Cause I may have to rethink my membership."

"You'd be more than welcome at the Xavier Institute," Scott started to say, only to get elbowed by Jean.

"He doesn't want to join Institute," Jean hissed. "Remember what the professor said?"

"Yeah, sorry, but she's right," Danny said. "Professor Xavier and I don't exactly see eye-to-eye. It was fun fighting monsters with you, but I'm gonna stick with the brotherhood. See ya around."

They two groups parted ways, The X-Men to their institute and the Brotherhood to their board house.

"I didn't know you knew Professor X," Tabitha said as they headed toward Lance's jeep. "How'd you meet him."

"At a mental institution," Danny answered, trying to keep his voice casual. 

The casual tone did not prevent the rest of them form turning to stare at him when they stopped at a red light.

"It's nothing you guys have to worry about," he assured them. "I'm not crazy. It was just a misunderstanding."

"Some misunderstanding," Lance scoffed. "Let me guess, it was the ghost thing, right?"

"Are you really gonna go there?" Danny asked, his tone warning.

"Ha! No," Lance replied. "You may be a ghost, but I don't plan on joining you any time soon." 

"Good call," Danny said.

He had no idea if these Brotherhood folks actually believed he was a ghost, or if they were just playing along, but it didn't actually matter. They respected him enough not to call him delusional, and that made them better than the X-Men and their fearless leader.

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Number 1?

This ask game

Hm. Dark Timeline. Where Optimus, Gabi, and Porco are all prisoners together. For more context: Part 5: Prisoners of Shockwave

"Don't give me that crap!" Porco shouted at Optimus from his cage, "No one is nice to Eldians just to be nice to Eldians! We're devils! Scum who tried to take over the world!"

"Porco-!"

"Don't give me shit, Gabi!" Porco cut her off, "You of all people shouldn't be sucked into these titan's lies! You were always so devoted to Marley! One titan shows you kindness and you're suddenly on his side!"

"It's not just because of his words!" Gabi yelled at Porco.

"Oh, right." Porco rolled his eyes, "The device that lets you see into people memories! How can you even buy that?! And Matthew, the one person who was actually nice to use, was actually the fucker that took my brother! He was no doubt being kind to us to get intel on Marley! He used us! Like everyone else! And once Marley's done with us, they'll just kill everyone! Especially because of that monster Shockwave! We are never going to be at peace again, so why the hell are you even bothering with us in the first place?!"

Porco's words got stuck in his throat when Optimus just stared at him with...guilt. Stop. Stop...Looking at them like that!

“Because," Optimus' voice was sore as he began speaking, "Freedom is the right for all sentient beings. You deserve freedom, just for the fact that you were born into this world. But...you had that freedom taken away because of what your ancestors have done and you do not deserve that. You deserve to be free.”

“What if…what if Shockwave destroys everything?” Gabi asked, "What if we lose everyone? What then?"

“Then I will keep fighting,” Optimus declared.

“And even if we survive but the world-,”

“I will still fight until there is peace on this world,” Optimus told Porco, “You deserve to be free. More than anything.”

Porco...didn't know what to say. What could he say? He knew that this should be a joke, but Optimus, chained to a cold slab and bleeding, still preached the same thing. He couldn't understand. How could he do that?

"You... you really mean it, don't you?" Gabi asked him.

"Of course I do," Optimus answered her.

Gabi rested her head against the glass. "...Thank you."

Porco pulled his knees to his chest. "You...can't really do all the things you want, when you're stuck just like the both of us."

Optimus turned his attention to the ceiling. "I will try to find a way to free us, and get the two of you to safety."

Porco didn't reply to that, but noticed the way that Gabi almost looked hopeful. Porco couldn't help but sigh to himself. "Just..."

Porco remembered crying out to his comrades as they fled to who knows where with the Flying Titan. "Please...please don't abandon us."

Don't abandon me.

(*Currently fighting off spam bots and working on "Heal".* Look, I've been busy and just didn't get the chance to answer. But again if you want to ask more, link to dialogue prompt is above.)

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ok i know about several of these fics already but post-second-skin and also (carl anderson voice from the movie version of jcs) damned for alllllll tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime

Thanks for the ask!

(for this WIP ask game)

Damned for all time is a Kira/Winn ficlet set during the scene in Strange Bedfellows (I think?) where Kai Winn goes to Kira for advice bc she's just learned she's been hearing from the Pah-Wraiths not the Prophets! It was inspired by a prompt (your prompt lol) for the Sapphic Summer event. But maybe they also fuck or at least kiss a little? I'm currently struggling with this one bc of the word limit for the event being only 100-250 words lol, and I keep going over that when I try to write it, so I need to really refine the idea down to like the Essentials. No snippet right now bc it's so in flux, sorry

Post-Second Skin first time is a Garashir getting together fic in which Garak has big, big exile angst. <3 Garak also maaaaaybe (definitely) has some unhealthy ideas about sex because he's never really been with anyone except as part of a mission. There's also a mismatch in their mindsets because Garak does not let on at first how very angsty he is and at first Julian only sees the flirty front he's putting up. So Julian's just internally like wheeeee we're finally fucking yaaaay ^_^ <3, and Garak is internally like oh no I am a horrible person, I am clearly somehow deceiving him into wanting to be with me and I can't do that to the man I love (oh no, oh fuck, I love him so much) T_T, and that angst all reaches a breaking point, after which Julian comforts Garak. <3

Post-Second Skin first time snippet below the cut:

He’d been invited over to make up for the late snack they’d had to postpone last week when he’d brought Julian the news of Major Kira’s kidnapping by the Obsidian Order. He’d been to Cardassia and back since then and he felt… Well, he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that. 

Cardassia was the same as it had always been. The air tasted the same, the heat pressed against his scales like always. It was a little bit devastating that it was the same; his absence hadn’t mattered to anyone but him. 

And yet, it was also completely different. He was different now, exile having changed him in ways he hadn’t realized until confronted with his home again, and now everything that should have been familiar suddenly looked so strange to him. The difference had manifested in more obvious ways too, in that he had been, for the moment, working against the Obsidian Order to rescue a Bajoran soldier for a Federation commander. 

But all of that could have been forgiven, perhaps: he had been coerced after all. What was much less forgivable was how disconnected he’d felt, like there wasn’t a place for him here anymore. Like he could never go back. 

This station wasn’t home either. He knew that he was only allowed to stay because he’d made it a priority to make himself useful to the station’s new owners. It had been his idea in the first place to prove his value by helping out in the Tahna Los business, so he couldn’t begrudge the commander for putting him to use. He’d invited it. He’d auditioned for the role. A favor or two a year was usually an easy price to pay. 

But it had rattled him, to nearly be evicted just because he didn’t want to risk his life by breaking the terms of his exile. There was nowhere else for him to go that was far enough away from his enemies yet close enough that he could stay involved in Cardassian affairs. If he had to leave the station, he would never be able to prove himself to Tain or whoever else might be convinced to rescind his exile. 

And so as he sat here in Julian’s quarters, he wanted Julian to curl his arm around his waist and claim him as his own. He wanted this kind of thing often—and he was nearly certain that Julian wanted something more than friendship with him too—but he hadn’t dared get involved with him. Now, the usual longing was laced with something else, a desire for stability, a way to keep some measure of control on his life. If he were in a relationship with a Federation member—a senior officer on the station, no less—then he couldn’t be forced to leave so readily.

Garak swallowed. He could start something so easily. Julian would take him to bed if he asked, he was sure of it. And Garak would figure out how to please his alien body as quickly as he always had with his targets. He’d fill him or surround him or slide against him, do whatever he wanted, until Julian needed him, desperately. He’d make himself completely available to him, to use at his discretion. He’d give him so much pleasure and so selflessly that soon Julian wouldn’t be able to live without him, and would feel drawn to help him. 

Maybe Julian could even some day fall in love with him.

[hewashalfofmysoul3]

fic prompts based on lyrics currently in my head:

• "no matter where we are, we're always touching by underground wires" - fate, connection, reconciliation, confession

• "I still can't forget the way you looked, on that last day" - missing someone, grieving a loss, remembering a trauma

• "if we've gotta burn out, let's go it together" - with you til the end of the world, facing the enemy together, mutual destruction

ENJOY WRITING PAIN FRIEND

All of the shit I wrote last night got deleted, trying this again:'")

Thank you sm for these beautiful prompts!! I won't let u down my friend!!!!!

1

"no matter where we are, we're always touching by underground wires."

When Spock came to this new universe, it was a very strange experience. Everything was so much different yet the same, and meeting his alternate friends and counterpart was also the same. Meeting them was overwhelming, to say the least, especially James T. Kirk.

He was so much like his Jim, yet so different. From his blue eyes and bright blonde hair, he was so far from his Jim, with his hazel eyes and brown hair. But he had fiery courage and a heart of steel, a true mark of a Kirk.

And meeting his counterpart Spock was strangest of all. He was fiery too, and angry, and hard working and he felt emotions so raw and strong he fought the hardest to hide them. He was much like himself, almost too much like himself.

He remembers being young, and the constant feelings running through his veins, the over-working drive he had to prove himself, prove he was Vulcan enough, that hecan be just as good and worthy as any of them.

He has no idea now how he must feel, after Vulcan's destruction, but he can sympathize. He has a feeling that those raw emotions that plague (bless) Spock's blood must be stronger than ever.

Watching him, and watching him interact with his Jim makes him miss his Jim more everyday.

He passed, so long ago. His Vulcan blood was always hanging over their heads for the inevitability that "he will leave me, and I will be alone again" because of their different life spans. And when he passed, even with the foreknowledge of the century Spock is to live past Jim, even though he knew from the beginning Jim will only be a small chapter of Spock's life, he crumbled, he fell and a part of him died with him.

He never recovered, who could recover after a love so intense and a life so full with your one true love?

But, being able to watch his life (well, not exactly. So many things are changed.) and his life with Jim again is a blessing, if he believed in such things.

It made his heart so full, to watch them grow and learn to love each other, shaky and sooner than him and his Jim did but all the same.

Just the other day, alternate Jim came to him asking what his favorite flower was because "Spock won't give me a straight answer and you're the same person so.." and he nearly wept with joy.

It reminded him too well of a song Jim use to sing in the morning, something along the lines of "we're always touching by underground wires." a huge reminder of the ritual words they repeated over and over again, every night.

It gave him so much hope, that in all universes they existed in, they were still together. T'hy'la.

2

"I still can't forget the way you looked, on that last day."

"I still can't forget the way you looked," he whispered. "On that last day."

Sherlock turned his head to look at him. "Me either."

It was one of those nights, where neither of them could sleep and they talked about the many things they wanted to say. The first night there were apologies and crying and kissing, the second night was talking about the first night, and talking about taking things slow. They couldn't go too fast, shouldn't, not after everything. John was still getting over the fall, and Mary and her lies (he was going to be a father. He was going to be a father but she lied even of that so he wouldn't leave her.) And her death, and Sherlock was still getting over his time away and what John did to him on the Culverton case.

So, things were slow, very slow (they had yet to kiss again, slow) and it was one of those nights. The topic of tonight was the fated day their lives changed forever.

"it was terrifying, you were-" John wiped his eyes and gasped from choked tears. "Y-you were too convincing, Sherlock." He sniffed.

"would you believe me if I told you I did acting school for a year back in my uni days?" Sherlock asked, trying to lighten the mood. It worked, if only marginally, but it worked.

John huffed, his laugh watery, "I would, you fucking wanker," then he huffed in annoyance. "Lift your legs, I'm getting cold."

That's another thing. One night John woke up from nightmares and Sherlock stayed up with him and drank tea, talking about it (John had made the habit of talking about the nightmares instead of bottling that fear up to overflow and turn into anger. It worked, John hasn't yelled or hit anything or anyone in a while). They both got tired, and just as Sherlock was going to bed John had stopped him. Had touched his arm to get his attention, the first time he's touched him since the first night.

"Can.. can I sleep in your bed tonight?" He was so innocent, so pure and tragic. He didn't have the pride of a man or the strength of a soldier in that moment, he was just a boy. Sherlock couldn't refuse him.

They both slept a good ten hours that night(day?).

After that, their special One-of-those nights almost entirely moved to Sherlock's bedroom.

So, Sherlock did what he was asked and moved his legs, and both of them got under his comforter. John turned to his side facing Sherlock, his eyes closed.

Sherlock turned to face him, mirroring his position, and sighed. "I can't forget that day, either." Sherlock lifted his hand tentatively to John's cheek, rubbing under his eyes, waterfalls that they are. "Watching you realize the fact I was dead, the way you looked made me want to call it all off and hold you against me and will all of the pain away, tell you that everything was going to be okay, but knew I couldn't.

"You don't understand how much it hurt- maybe you do, maybe you understand all too well that feeling, and even though it's morbid it makes me feel like those years away meant something because I wasn't alone in my pain. Knowing that me being gone hurt you so much made me know it was worth it to see you again, John, to live to see another day where you might be there." John's eyes opened, so wet and shiny and Sherlock thinks he might've said the wrong thing, but he can't stop now, not without saying what he needs to say.

"You kept me alive, John, you helped me when the nights were cold and the stitches came undone, the idea of seeing you again kept me going. I love you, John, so much."

John sniffed. "I know that, Sherlock, I know you love me. How could I not, after everything? You sacrificed so much-" John snapped his hand up, and gripped Sherlock's hand on his like a lifeline. "And I have so much regret, but all of that's behind us. You're here, you're alive, my wish came true, and I.."

Sherlock rubbed John's fingers. "You- you don't have to say it."

"yes, I do." John sniffed, and there was silence between them for a century, or two minutes he can't tell, and John took a deep breath. "words can't describe how much I love you, Sherlock. There's no way I can tell you the extent of my love, or how much I have of it for you. We'll never forget, we'll hold these terrible things with us for the rest of our lives, but I love you so much more than I can say and the idea is that it will outlive us."

Sherlock couldn't reply, he couldn't function after such a confession, and resisted the urge to just blink at John.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Oh God, yes."

3

"if we're gonna burn out, let's do it together."

Genesis. A miracle, and a disaster. The planet where life was made and taken, and Jim clutches Spock to himself like a lifeline.

The Enterprise, his son, all gone, but he has Spock back, oh Spock.

The journey he took, the laws he's broken, he would do it all again to be with Spock again.

But all of it will be for nothing if Genesis will burn, and they can't get beamed up-

"well," Jim mumbled into his loves hair. "If we burn, we'll do it together."

End Notes

Thank you so much for the prompts Onyx!!! They rlly cheered me up to write! The first and last one are short, but the second one I hope you enjoy! (I may love angst but I can't write it for the life of me:'))

I literally wrote the first and half of the second one and Tumblr didn't do the auto draft and it all was lost so:') this morning was busy.

If anyone else has any prompt ideas, pls share(and take a leaf out of Onyx's book and totally show song lyrics of u want!!!)

Live long and prosper 🖖

[shark-myths]

1/2 Hi hello I have a...Headcanon? Fic prompt? Grand unifying Mania to smfs tryst theory theory? Anyway it's this: There was some sort of 'fuck it lets just try again' decision around mania era and it was good! It was working out! And then there was covid and lockdowns and everyone had to make some really tough choices re: who we say irl and when and how often and that led to some real 'well maybe were fooling ourselves when we thought we could have it all this can't really work we did miss our-

2/2 -shot' ergo the smfs lyrical lean of 'I love you so much but this maybe really isn't our time'/ mixed in with all the other very project-written-during-covid ~vibes~ (which I love). But anyway there's a lot of time that can and did (if they started in 2021?) pass between writing lyrics and releasing music and working on the album after all that isolating introspection led right back to 'fuck it lets just be together life is short' hence The Way They're Acting now. *shrugs* idk

*

Love this, love you, thanks for the conspiracy ask!

we know from this kerrang interview and a few other casual mentions, like in patrick's album commentary from the release parties (still haven't listened to that myself but @leyley09 is an excellent on-the-scene reporter) that some of the writing for SMFS actually started before the pandemic, with Patrick dreaming up the music for What a Time to Be Alive right after the release of MANIA and Pete writing the lyrics that paired with it before the pandemic. so if the writing process went dormant in lockdown, we know many of the threads were connected before covid hit the US. (i'm also remembering the cute zoom sing-a-long pete & patrick did at the beginning of the pandemic where they were clearly in the same room but on separate video feeds so that we, viewing, could feel like we were all alone together)

I stand by my thought that MANIA's ask symbolizes open doors that are open-ended--the queer poly happily ever after is floated, and maybe it's answered and maybe it's not but i don't think any of those doors were closed, even by lockdown. i take the backwards-looking in SMFS as a way of acknowledging what's gone past and is no longer possible: having their whole lives being entwined together, maybe even raising a family together instead of with the lovely women they've chosen and built something beautiful with, not letting the fear of being found out determine the unhealthy shape their relationship took for the first 15-odd years of its course. i find this deeply relatable as a mid-30s bisexual, honestly, whose life could have looked really different in some really joyful ways if the culture had been more hospitable and open to queerness when i was growing up, but who also doesn't regret or want to change what i have now.

SMFS doesn't feel like a frantic too-lateness to me, it doesn't feel young; it feels plain and true, like, well, it is too late for some things, but that might not have worked out anyway, and as it stands we're everything to each other--patrick can't write songs without pete and pete feels like he's a painter who can't paint without fall out boy (the kerrang interview is giving me life, truly)--and it isn't so bad, having a soulmate, whether that manifestation is currently romantic or not. it's too late to change what's gone past but it's not too late for the entire future.

i've just never seen them so comfortable together and so matter-of-fact! like their closeness hasn't looked this easy since pete was making patrick squirm on vh1 by describing them as husbands nearly 20 years ago. i love the way no one's rushing to disguise or define or defend anything, they're just sitting there plainly like, this dude is everything to me, and it frankly is so beautiful and refreshing after the no-homo panic that characterized the early aughts.

i love your headcanon and it gave me all these lovely chewy thoughts! god i can't wait to see the fic that comes out of this. thank you darling!

[waltwhitmansbeard]

hello!

welcome to my blog. :) apparently most people call me walt, which you are welcome to do as well. my pronouns are she/her and i live in the united states. i like critical role, which is what you'll see the most of on this blog, but i've got some other interests as well, like dimension 20, art, science, and cute animals.

during the airing of the legend of vox machina season 3, i will be liveblogging my watch of each week’s episode(s) starting approximately 2-3 hours after the episodes drop. i will tag all of my posts with #tlovm spoilers, and i will tag any post i reblog about the episodes with the same for the first 48 hours after the episodes drop each week. i would love to chat with you about the episodes, but please do not send me any asks or dms about the most recent episode(s) until after i’ve finished liveblogging to indicate that i’m caught up. i do not want to be spoiled or primed emotionally for anything that is coming, so any messages or asks i get about the current episode(s) before or during my watch will result in a block.

you might be here because of my critical role fanfiction, and if so, thanks for stopping by! my biggest work is called my fair lady and it's a vaxleth-centric medieval au. you can find more information about that on the mfl masterpost.

my latest longfic, i'm sending a raven, is available on ao3 here.

if it's shorter drabbles you're after, i've got those too! they're broken into separate masterposts because tumblr has link limit but they are as follows:

campaign one

campaign two

campaign three

the legend of vox machina

they're also available on ao3 in the work titled worse: we're family. you can also find all of my other writing over on ao3, where i also go by the username waltwhitmansbeard. i take requests for these drabbles! you can use any of the ask memes i've reblogged (just be sure to specify, especially if it's an older meme), or you can just put an idea in my askbox. try to only send me one at a time; it can be a bit overwhelming to have five or six requests in the askbox at the same time, though i love to have them. these are the ships i feel most comfortable/excited to write:

keyleth/vax

vex/percy

vax/gilmore

keyleth/vax/gilmore

caleb/essek

jester/fjord

orym/will

imogen/laudna

dorian/orym

ashton/orym

fearne/ashton/orym

ashton/dorian/orym

i also really enjoy writing platonic friendships between really any of the cr pcs (or npcs!) so feel free to float those my way as well! you can be as specific or as general as you'd like in prompts.

have you ever thought about what it would be like if keyleth and vax lived together and had a podcast about plants? me too! have you ever thought about what it would be like if the members of vox machina were vampires and witches? me too!

i am participating in critter genfic bingo! you can find my bingo entries here! i participated in perc'ahlia week 2023! you can find the masterpost of those fics here!

i liveblog each new critical role episode on friday mornings after the episode streams, so if you don't wanna see that, please block #cr spoilers. i liveblog each new dimension 20 episode as soon as it airs, so if you don't wanna see that, please block #d20 spoilers. i will tag posts and reblogs for each of those things for 48 hours after the episode airs.

i'm so happy to be part of this community, and i'm always grateful to anyone who wants to stop by and say hi! i promise i'll only bite a little. ;)

if you enjoy my writing, please consider donating to my ko-fi, if you're able to do so.

[floripire]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S) SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

@founderscouncil's jed is a big one, considering i came up with flori after reading about one of ace's wanted plots. i also like @d3adthings' pj and flori together because i think they'd be great. also, @ofvalor and i made flosie a thing - josie and flori - and i love everything about them. there is also @fatecrafted's werewolf, sylas priestly, who i love. sweet werewolf himbo who comes from a huge pack and has a lot on his shoulders. @loetise's allie is also someone that i very much adore and consider an otp for flori. platonically, flori loves the anti squad (mia, loren) so fucking much. she'd fight, die and kill for them. they are her family. they're my platonic otp for sure.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

flori's in her late teens, early to mid twenties. so i would prefer to ship with muses in that same age range.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

when the clothes come off and stuff below the belt gets mentioned. i may rb nsfw posts on here but i mostly write it out on discord.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

sorta kinda? i mean, ideally i would love for our muses to have chemistry but truthfully? if you're okay with it, i'm okay with it. so long as we keep each other in the loop about it. i've said it before and i'll say it again: i'm here to write and have a good time and i would like that to be the case for both/all of us.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

bear in mind, this is me throwing characters out there that i would think go well with flori - this is not me saying this should happen asap: - xavier thorpe - scott mccall - kira yukimura - maybe even liam dunbar - tory from cobra kai - hawk from cobra kai - michelle jones-watson - mcu!peter parker - mcu!harley keener - across the spiderverse's hobie brown - any of the 1996!yellowjackets ladies - olive stone - season 4!cal stone - tj morrison - apollo burns - juan ruiz - tilda weber - jack morton - alyssa drake - lilith bathory - hamish duke - randall carpio - tally craven - abigail bellweather - scylla ramshorn - raelle collar - your oc(s) and i am forever patiently waiting for the day where someone picks up colton gobbo as a fc so we can ship together lmao. look at how he looks at her in the gif.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

just let me know that you'd like a ship and we can get the ball rolling. see #4 for more information.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

i'm ship obsessed! not just about my own but about your ships as well. if we're mutuals and you've got a ship going? chances are i will ask about them. prompted, unprompted. i will love them as much as you do, i can assure you that.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

heck yeah!

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

tvd: bonnie x happiness, first and foremost because bonnie's my girl. bonora has always intrigued me. klaroline seems fun. steroline. forwood. i've also read a couple of tylena fics here and there. i could see bonnie x elena x caroline. also bonnie x caroline. i haven't read as much bonnie x elena stuff yet, i don't think. to: i've always been a huge fan of gia x elijah and i will mourn the fact that they weren't endgame forever. i also ship @witchfirst and @savagevillain's characters together. legacies: i shipped emma x alaric for a minute before i jumped ship to dorian x emma who are, imho, superior. when it comes to the students, these are my ships: josie x rafael, mizzie, mizziethan, hosie, hafael, handon (as written out on the dash by my mutuals, specifically because i'm not as much of a fan of them in the show), handosie (forever mourning the fact that they did not go there), i'd be cool with hizzie too. cleo x kaleb. kaleb x jed. i shipped both kaleb x alyssa and jed x alyssa. and also kaleb x alyssa x jed. i was also - and mind you, this was way before cleo was even introduced - a big lizzie x kaleb stan. josie x jed is also adorable. idk if jed x lizzie was ever a thing but i'm putting them on the list also. jed x hope. cleo x hope. ethan x hope. hope x maya. i wanted more for finsie to be honest. brock x wade has always been a beloved crackship of mine; they never talked in the show but in my head, they are in love. dana x sasha x connor; sasha x connor; dana x connor; dana x sasha.

stolen from @witchwrld & @seesgood

[lilolilyr]

2, 3, 8, 11 for the writing asks!

Answering the new year fic ask a month into the year... Oupsie :D fitting tho, as I've not even written a single fanfic yet this year, too busy with uni, work and life in general... Well, here's to hoping it'll get busier on my Ao3 again soon!

2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc?

 yes, I will, and already am! Currently ongoing is the Bering and Wells gift exchange, so that's probably the next fic that will be up on my Ao3 :) I think there's also a Mirandy prompt event going on in February (?) that I might join in spontaneously depending on time and energy... And I'd love to have another @discoveryfemslashfortnight, though that'll depend on availability of other mods and such and also my own time as I'll probably be abroad if we're having it around the same time as usual, but I'm pretty confident we'll work something out :) & idk yet about other events, probably no big bangs etc for me this year, but come December probably a bunch of new gift exchanges again!

3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?

Oh god idk whether anticipate but I've binged half the Ava/Deborah tag on Ao3 a few weeks back and only managed to quit the obsession(& really had to quit it, I had lost like a week of my life to that tag I was legit living in it) via reading an incredibly long Hobbit timetravel fix-it... Yeah don't ask my brain how it works idk either. Anyway, I haven't seen Hacks and don't really plan to but depending on whether I can stay away from the tag in the future or not I'll probably end up writing for it as well.... Apart from that, we'll see where the year leads me!

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

I have a bunch of ideas for longer stories, fics and original, mostly sci-fi/mystery things, that I know I can't write in the length and detail they deserve without giving them my all for several months, and that won't happen this year either. I do collect many ideas about characters and plotlines for future reference though!

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

Not really, I'm quite content with the tropes I enjoy and write, especially all the hurt/comfort and getting together shippy fics!

Thanks so much for the questions! <3

[chaoskirin]

I have a question as a fanfic writer, I’m considering this can I make lawsuit against chat gpt if i feel they stole my fanfic? Is it possible to make a lawsuit as a fanfic writer against chat gpt for a fanfic?

I am not a lawyer, so take this advice with a grain of salt.

Fanfic itself is a little weird legally. While it fits the definition of copyright infringement, it's generally considered OK by most IP creators because of how it unites fandom and draws out some amazing creativity.

At the same time, IP creators cannot read fanfic, because the CONTENT of the fic minus the owned characters belongs to the writer. So if you write a Battlestar Galactica fanfic, for example, Starbuck, Apollo, and any other characters in that IP belong to Universal. But the writing itself, the story, the plot--that all belongs to you.

And while it's not possible to copyright an idea, it looks a little weird if you write a fanfic about something and then a remake of Battlestar Galactica has exactly that plot. So in order to claim plausible deniability (that is--they never read your fic, so they can't have stolen it) they'll be very up front about never reading fanfic.

I promise that recap has a point.

So the way ChatGPT works is it ingests a body of writing and looks for patterns in that writing. Then it breaks these patterns down into code, which then exists on the dataset. It's really easy to train a dataset on fanfic because on all sites where you'd post the fanfic, you also have to post a summary. And that summary provides the "prompt" information for anyone wishing to use text-generators to write a story.

Essentially, ChatGPT doesn't work out of its own vacuum like techbros think it does. Everything it creates, from the final output to the information for prompts, is stolen from the original creators.

What that means is, someone can feed your entire body of work into a dataset along with literal billions of other works. People "writing prompts" don't have the capacity to fathom how large over five billion works are--no human does. We're not really capable of understanding numbers that high. I mean, to a lot of people--even very left-leaning individuals--someone with one million dollars is in the same category as someone with one billion dollars.

I just want you to get the idea of the scale of writing that's been fed into these machines.

What that all means is this:

Let's say you wrote a fanfic where Starbuck and Apollo discover an alien civilization call the Xerzats and adopt a Xerzat child. They go on all sorts of adventures together, and they learn that apparently Xerzats just regularly turn themselves inside out. And your summary reflects a lot of this.

It doesn't matter that it's a fanfic, when someone writing the prompts for an AI-generated story asks chatGPT to write a book about two people named Genna and Lloyd who are shopping one day and find an alien in the apple barrel, because now ChatGPT has to fill 50,000 words of novel space, so it finds information about your Xerzats and essentially steals your whole idea (with some pattern changes cannibalized from other authors). The point is, you recognize the parts that you wrote.

What techbros don't seem to get is that the parts YOU WROTE that are unique to your imagination? That's yours. What is currently a grey area is whether or not a person can claim copyright on those things, because this has never been argued before. It's never had to be. And currently the consensus is leaning toward your material being copyrightable.

Why? Because a lot of popular fiction started as fanfic. Most notably, 50 Shades of Grey started as Twilight fic, and a lot of the original material from when it was a Twilight fic still exists in the published book. Stephenie Meyer can't claim that material because it's literally not hers to claim.

That's really about only answer I can give you without getting into legal advice. If you're sure your work has been stolen, though, you should absolutely contact a lawyer and see what your options are.

[physicallyimprobable]

Just to add my two cents, I think the main idea is that while the line between "this machine is sapient" and "this machine is not sapient" is broad and ill-defined, we are nowhere near it yet. The reason for this is that we do understand how fully-trained bots work at that "higher meta-level", and it doesn't really "seem like" the kind of way a sapient being would work.

At that higher meta level, we know (for sure, because we built them) that a machine learning based bot is a sequence of matrices and clamps. There's more complicated arrangements you can make as well (in particular to introduce uncertainty), but it all boils down to matrices-and-some-well-defined-other-thing. Now, we don't know why this sequence has the effects that it does, but it really seems like "passing a vector through matrices and clamps" could not possibly lead to sapience.

Now, this next bit might just be me, but I think a part of the reason people are so eager to be lenient about sapience, to say "but maybe if you get enough matrices together then it does become a real person", is the worry that eventually science will figure out exactly what's going on inside our brains, and it'll just be a bunch of matrices. Or, not matrices specifically, but at the very least some specific algorithm which we understand at the same higher meta level that we understand LLMs. Since we know for sure that we're sapient, that would give credence to the sapience of other algorithmic agents.

Personally, one place I can definitely draw a line is in the "ongoingness" of being sapient. LLMs can "think" but only when they are given a prompt. You never get an LLM pondering over something, and they never come up with a new insight later and interrupt you to share it. Instead they just run the input through their matrices, print their output, and stop. Something like that, in my opinion, can never be sapient, since sapience must be an ongoing, self-perpetuating thing. Of course, this doesn't tell us where the line is, but it does give us a "lower bound" so to speak, and in particular the lower bound is higher than current LLMs.

So, the Turing Test basically got dropped as a criterion for determining when computer programs might be sentient, right? We looked at the results that large language models produced, and looked at the underlying algorithms, and decided that the algorithms almost certainly couldn’t instantiate sentience, unless you go full panpsychist and think that, hey, maybe rocks are sentient in some weird way.

What next? We already don’t fully understand how a given, full-trained bot works, right? (That’s why they need reinforcement learning with human feedback, not, like, “if IsRacist(output): { output = removeRacism(output) }”.), We understand it at a higher meta-level. Will the next generation of AI add further layers between the ultimate program and the initial human creation? Barring actually understanding human consciousness at a comprehensive level, when would it actually make sense to start thinking about the possibility of sentient machines, rather than just being “that idiot at Google who got spooked and thought a statistical model was a person?”

[talkfantasytome]

Frozen and Burned

Nessian Week Prompt: Fire & Ice

Short drabble of Nesta and Cassian playing a video game together.

Warnings: None | Word Count: 1,351 | Read on AO3

a/n: I literally had NO idea what to do for this one. LOL. So, this is what my brain spit out. We're just going to say it works and not look too deeply into it. It's just soft and fluffy, and that's all we really need, right?

"Nesta, it happened again," Cassian whined from his desk, not taking his eyes off of his computer.

They were sitting in their shared office, each at their own, large L-shaped desk. The two desks were situated in the two front corners of the room, the edges just brushing each other. A perfect fit.

It worked well, since both were currently in roles where they could work from home. Their computer monitors were set up in the corner of their desks, their general areas a reflection of the other's. They had the same small, under-desk filing cabinets that sat beneath where the two desks met, and their laptops were docked just above those. The rest of that area generally remained clear so as not to encroach on the other's desk, and then each used the side of the desk against the opposing walls for their clutter or work materials. Nesta's was covered in scattered books and papers, Cassian's neatly held his drawing tablet and a sketchpad. She always envied how neat and organized he kept his space.

Sighing, Nesta pushed away from her desk, her rolling office chair sliding out a bit before she paused it and stood up, walking over to him and looking over his shoulder at his screen.

Once again, Cassian's little sim was lit on fire, slowly burning to death while his Nesta sim just panicked in a corner. It had already happened once today, and about four times the weekend before. His sim really attracted fire.

"Thanks for trying to save me," he teased once he heard her breathe out a small laugh at the sight, pausing his game.

"You should be glad I stuck around to watch," she shot back. "Clearly, you didn't design her very well. Pretty sure I'd actually be reading in the other room during these events."

"You wound me." His voice was light and amused, but she could see in the way his jaw tightened that he was getting frustrated with the game.

Nesta had only taught him how to play the weekend before. She'd been a regular player for years - had spent more money than she cared to admit on the game - but he'd never been interested. It was an easy thing to avoid for him. Like most sim players, Nesta had on-times - typically lasting a couple of weeks - and then would go months and months without playing. However, after a new expansion pack and an update, Nesta and her friends had all gotten back into the game, and unlike her typical on-times, it was filling Nesta's mind more ardently. She'd even found herself playing at night after work instead of her typical weekend-only play.

So Cassian decided it was time for him to try it out. They'd bought him his own game, so they could play at the same time, and Nesta had spent a solid portion of the previous Saturday going over all the different ins and outs of the gameplay, helping him through a few sim days, and then helping him decide which expansions he might want to add in. Which led to another tutoring session on Sunday on what to do with the new content. Nesta had limited him to one expansion, two game packs, and three stuff packs - it's not that they couldn't afford more, she just felt that it was best to build it up a bit slower, so he could actually learn the details of each before adding in more features. She knew he'd eventually end up with all of the packs - as an architect, she had a feeling that, once he got the gameplay down, he would get really into the building and would make her most impressive builds look like they were done by a five-year-old. So he'd need all the items.

She brushed a hand through his hair, ignoring the heat that built as he purred softly at the gesture, and focused on his game.

"I've already told you, sims will constantly light fires in the fireplaces if you put one on your lot," she sighed, noticing the fireplace just in front of where his sim currently stood, completely lit on fire. "And sometimes the fire bursts out and will do this. It can happen with cooking too, or grilling, but that's usually also based on skill and a bit more on quality of stove. Even the nicest fireplace can do this. I'd suggest either always leaving it lit or not having a fireplace on the lot. While it sometimes happens, typically the main danger of fireplaces is in lighting the fire, not once the fire is already lit. You can also try upgrading the fireplace, I think one of the upgrades makes this less likely. Still, my go-to solve is just to not use fireplaces."

He groaned, leaning his head against her stomach. "It just looks so nice there!"

"I know," she breathed, continuing to pet his head. "But, if you cancel out little Nesta's freak out, and then, as her, click on little Cassian, she should have an extinguish option. So she can do that, or plead with the reaper when he comes. And, if she fails, just exit to main menu without saving."

"It's an hour's worth of gameplay I'll lose."

"Better than two," she offered with a wry smile. "I once lost a full four hours because the game crashed on me."

Cassian gave a low whistle to that, but it also seemed to brighten his mood a bit.

"It helps that you paused it. You can cancel and give little Nesta her action before clicking play, so she has no time to start panicking again. And if she does, just pause, cancel, and extinguish again, until she figures it out," Nesta explained. "Sims aren't very bright, but they will get it eventually."

He nodded, looking up at her, his hazel eyes sparkling, full of love and amusement. "Wouldn't want little Nes to live life without little Cass."

She smiled and leaned down, kissing him gently. "No, we wouldn't."

He returned her smile with one of his own, and Nesta thought her heart might explode from it. It was moments like these that really reminded her how lucky she was, and how right she and Cassian were together. Yes, he was someone she could bare her soul to, and she loved the feeling of making up after a bad fight, and, of course, the sex was out of this world. But it was these little things that told her he was truly it. The small instances of love and affection when they were just sitting together reading or cleaning their little house or, in this case, managing to play a single-player game 'together'. And she knew Cassian felt the same.

She knew he heard the promise in her words, the one they'd be making in front of their friends and family in sixth months.

With one last run of her fingers through his silky, onyx hair, Nesta pivoted and went back to her desk, to her own paused game.

No, not paused.

"Shit!"

She paused it quickly, assessing the damage of leaving the game on play without supervision. It wasn't great.

"What happened?" Cassian asked, concern lacing his tone as he looked over at her.

"I left the game on play and my girl decided to go swimming in the middle of winter. She just froze to death!"

Cassian burst out laughing at that, using his legs to slide closer to her while also reaching and pulling her chair toward him.

They met in the middle, Nesta pouting, a glower in her eyes. "I'm glad you're entertained," she said flatly.

He pulled her onto his lap, Nesta's arms instinctively going around his neck as his tightly wrapped around her waist while he placed a kiss to her neck. "I think maybe it's sign we should take a break. Exit without saving, and then go…woohoo."

Nesta couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out of her as she sat there, Cassian's lips spreading into a wide smile at the sound before he leaned in and kissed her deeply.

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